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CHAPTER LIX 267
CHAPTER LIX
Patriotism and Private Interests
Secretly the telegraph transmitted the report to Manila, and thirty-six hours later the newspapers commented
on it with great mystery and not a few dark hints--augmented, corrected, or mutilated by the censor. In the
meantime, private reports, emanating from the convents, were the first to gain secret currency from mouth to
mouth, to the great terror of those who heard them. The fact, distorted in a thousand ways, was believed with
greater or less ease according to whether it was flattering or worked contrary to the passions and ways of
thinking of each hearer.
Without public tranquillity seeming disturbed, at least outwardly, yet the peace of mind of each home was
whirled about like the water in a pond: while the surface appears smooth and clear, in the depths the silent
fishes swarm, dive about, and chase one another. For one part of the population crosses, decorations, epaulets,
offices, prestige, power, importance, dignities began to whirl about like butterflies in a golden atmosphere.
For the other part a dark cloud arose on the horizon, projecting from its gray depths, like black silhouettes,
bars, chains, and even the fateful gibbet. In the air there seemed to be heard investigations, condemnations,
and the cries from the torture chamber; Marianas [145] and Bagumbayan presented themselves wrapped in a
torn and bloody veil, fishers and fished confused. Fate pictured the event to the imaginations of the Manilans
like certain Chinese fans--one side painted black, the other gilded with bright-colored birds and flowers.
In the convents the greatest excitement prevailed. Carriages were harnessed, the Provincials exchanged visits
and held secret conferences; they presented themselves in the palaces to offer their aid to the government in its
perilous crisis. Again there was talk of comets and omens.
"A Te Deum! A Te Deum!" cried a friar in one convent. "This time let no one be absent from the chorus! It's
no small mercy from God to make it clear just now, especially in these hopeless times, how much we are
worth!"
"The little general Mal-Aguero [146] can gnaw his lips over this lesson," responded another.
"What would have become of him if not for the religious corporations?"
"And to celebrate the fiesta better, serve notice on the cook and the refectioner. Gaudeamus for three days!"
"Amen!" "Viva Salvi!" "Amen!"
In another convent they talked differently.
"You see, now, that fellow is a pupil of the Jesuits. The filibusters come from the Ateneo."
"And the anti-friars."
"I told you so. The Jesuits are ruining the country, they're corrupting the youth, but they are tolerated because
they trace a few scrawls on a piece of paper when there is an earthquake."
"And God knows how they are made!"
"Yes, but don't contradict them. When everything is shaking and moving about, who draws diagrams?
Nothing, Padre Secchi--" [147]
And they smiled with sovereign disdain.